94th PGA Championship – Pins (R2)!

If you ever thought a 10,000 metres open water swin looked hard, being pummelled for 12 minutes against a heavy weight boxer or a gold medal winning performance in the triathlon looked hard – take a look at some of these pin positions – in particular holes 12 and 13! Enjoy watching this on TV!

94th PGA Championship – Pins (R1)!

There are some tight pin positions on the opening round of the last shot at glory in 2012 over Kiawah Islands brutal Ocean Course. Take a look.

141st Open Championship – Pins (R4)!

Some cute pin positions on the final round of the biggest and most prestigious major tournament today – holes 9 and ten in particular. Im glad the sofa beckons as these are enough to halt anyones ascendancy up the leaderboard on final day!

The Worlds Worst Golfer

How hard could it be to become a champion golfer?

When Maurice Flitcroft and his wife Jean acquired their first colour TV in 1974, he was immediately transfixed by the gentle swings of the players and the little white balls that plopped so softly onto the green.

It all looked so effortless: a painless route to fame and fortune. So, buoyed by dreams of becoming the next Jack Nicklaus, Flitcroft sent off for a mail-order set of clubs and balls. There was no time to waste. When the balls arrived a week ahead of the clubs, he turned his mother-in-law’s walking stick upside-down to practise putting into coffee cups. Then, two years later, in 1976, a brand-new ‘champion’ gatecrashed his way into the annals of British golf.

For Maurice Gerald Flitcroft  –  otherwise employed as a crane driver at Vickers shipyard in Barrow-in-Furness, Cumbria  –  became world renowned by clocking up the highest ever score in the 116-year history of the British Open.

Afterwards, upon being informed of this feat, his ageing mother asked: ‘Does that mean he’s won?’ A reporter gently explained that the whole point of the game is to achieve a low score. ‘Ah well, they all have to start somewhere,’ said Mrs Flitcroft.

In retrospect, Flitcroft’s score of 49 over par, or 121  –  a record that still stands  –  was not surprising. When he entered the British Open, he had never played a full round of golf. Golf club membership in Barrow-in-Furness was too expensive, so he’d practised at Sandy Gap on Walney Island  –  a wind-lashed stretch of golden sand that stretched as far as the eye could see. But this was for only two hours a day, after which the tide came galloping in and on several occasions nearly drowned him. Still, as Flitcroft’s friends remarked, it was the one place where he could be guaranteed not to accidentally hit anyone with his club.

During the winter, he could be found on the local rugby fields in wellies and a bobble hat, whacking golf balls in the snow, hail and rain. To add to his troubles, his Alsatian dog Beau insisted on catching the balls in mid-flight. No one could accuse him of not trying. And, by God, did he try.

Flitcroft looked an unlikely sporting hero. A long, narrow nose separated two bulging eyes and his mouth was so small that it was hard to detect the presence of any teeth. (Often he wouldn’t wear his dentures as he thought he ‘pretty much looked the same’ without them.) But his most striking feature were his ears, which protruded from his head like two halves of a radar dish.

Home was a tiny gun-metal grey council house in which he lived with his wife Jean  –  a sweet-natured Brenda Blethynlookalike  –  and their twin boys, who would later take turns at being his caddy. No one in the family had ever played golf before. Nor had any of Flitcroft’s friends; it was as foreign to them as ice hockey or polo. But it is only fairly recently, after Maurice Flitcroft’s death in 2007, that the full story of his incredible escapades has been told, in an entertaining new book.

Authors Scott Murray and Simon Farnaby had the help of his unpublished memoirs and the testimony of his long-suffering friends and family  –  who, despite (or, perhaps, because of) the many embarrassments they witnessed him endure, seem to have adored him.

maurice jean‘Little did I dream that such a simple act as taking up a game would have a profound effect on my life,’ he wrote in his memoirs. ‘I would become famous, headline news, hailed as a hero on one hand and ridiculed on the other.’

His march towards the headlines began in the mid-Seventies, after he started learning to play with the help of books from the local library. In one of them, he found an address for the organisers of the British Open –  and his pulse quickened. The championship was called the Open, Flitcroft concluded with impeccable logic, because it was open to anyone. But the entry form from the Royal &  Ancient Golf Club of St Andrews, which runs the annual Open, stumped him. To enter as an amateur, he would have to submit a certificate showing he had a handicap of one or less. But, luckily, professional golfers didn’t have to submit anything. Nor did they have to be ‘attached’ to a club.

Soon, confirmation arrived by post that Maurice G Flitcroft, 45-year-old virgin professional golfer (unattached), had been chosen to play at Formby Golf Club, near Liverpool, in one of the five qualifying tournaments for the Open on Friday, July 2, 1976. Four months later, he arrived with minutes to spare and had to change from wellies to his tattered (plastic) golf-shoes in the car park. Red-faced under his blue fisherman’s hat, he scampered to the first tee just in time to hear his name being announced.

Another player, Jim Howard, described his first shot: ‘The club came up vertical and went down vertical  –  it was as though he was trying to murder someone.’ His ball sailed through the hazy summer sky and landed just 40 yards down the track. There followed several encounters with bushes and sand-banks, but he comforted himself that even Greg Norman and Seve Ballesteros miscalculated a few shots. There were also cries of alarm when Flitcroft’s shot narrowly missed a couple of competitors.

After finally staggering off the 18th green, he did some rapid maths and worked out that to qualify for the Open, he’d have to compensate for his abysmal 121 round by shooting 13 holes-in-one the next day. It was time to go home.

Meanwhile, news of Flitcroft’s recordbreaking round had reached the man who ran the Open  –  Keith Mackenzie, secretary of the R&A and a former major of the Gurkhas. Furious to learn that an imposter had broken into his fiefdom, he immediately ordered that Flitcroft should be kept away from the press.

Too late. A phalanx of photographers was snapping the bemused new record-holder (without his false teeth  –  he’d whipped them out as they were loose). Asked to explain his score, he said: ‘I suffer from lumbago and fibrositis, but I don’t want to make excuses.’ He went on to compliment Formby Golf Club ‘for the quality of its putting surfaces, as in texture and pace they resemble my living-room carpet, which I practise on every night.’ He concluded cheerily: ‘I’ll see you next year, fellas.’

Not if the by now incandescent Mackenzie had anything to do with it . . . ‘We don’t like anyone making a monkey out of the Open Championship,’ he proclaimed. ‘He will not enter again. If he tries to play next year, we will be waiting for him.’

Three days later, Mackenzie wrote to the English Golf Union pointing out that as Flitcroft had declared himself to be professional, he was now unable to join any club as an amateur and should be debarred. It was a masterstroke. As Flitcroft could not join a club as an amateur, he would never be able to gain the handicap needed to go professional.

Flitcroft was shattered. He felt, he confessed in his memoir, that he had been made the victim of a terrible injustice, born of class prejudice. As time went by, this increasingly rankled. He hid behind a fake handlebar moustache. So he decided to hell with pompous golf officials, he’d enter again. This time, he used a pseudonym, James Vangene, on the entry form  –  only to pull out of the competition after his fibrositis started playing up. The following year, he entered as Gene Pacecki and was drawn to play in a pre-qualifying round at South Herts Golf Club.

But Flitcroft was having a bad year. His employers, less than happy to read about his triumph at the Open when he was off sick with a heavy cold, had demoted him from cranes to boiler room duties. When Flitcroft was, in his own words, ‘forced to challenge the authorities about conditions in the boiler room’ they sacked him.

Still, that meant more time to practise. Every day, he sneaked into the lush cricket field of Park View school, less than half a mile from his home, where he tore up divots and enraged the school janitor. Eventually, he moved onto the football pitch. Soon, packs of children started gathering to hurl abuse, along with boiled sweets, sticks, mud and stones, at him during their breaks.

One day, suffering another attack, Flitcroft raised his four-iron in the air and made a frenzied charge at his aggressors. But they soon crept back to goad him  –  watched by teachers sipping tea at the windows.

flitcroftThere followed weeks of pitched battles as Flitcroft, 47, desperately attempted to improve his game. He started waking up at night, sweating. The slightest noise would make him spin on his heels, half-expecting a catapulted pebble. But he made it to the 1978 Open qualifiers  –  albeit in the guise of Gene Pacecki, for which he’d grown a huge handlebar moustache. Despite looking like a low-grade pimp, he played four holes before being told that his ‘poor form’ was affecting the other competitors’ chances. Flitcroft was gratified to have his £35 entrance fee refunded.

In 1980, Pacecki was ready to compete again  –  in the final qualifying round at Gullane Golf Club, near Edinburgh. Arriving the day before with his son James, Flitcroft got lost and pitched his tent in the dark on an open stretch of land. The next morning, when he popped out in his Y-fronts to do his stretches, he was surrounded by officials with walkietalkies. He had pitched his tent on the golf course. A migraine put paid to his chances that year, but 12 months later he turned up at a qualifier at South Herts golf club.

As his strokes grew ever wilder, word spread that a madman was playing in the Open. Again, one of the blazers escorted Mr Pacecki off the course. By then, Mackenzie  –  alerted by Pacecki’s soaring scores  –  had put two and two together. To ensure that Flitcroft never entered the Open again, he sent him a telegram turning down Pacecki’s new application and followed it up with a blistering letter.

Enter the up-and- coming Swiss professional, Gerald Hoppy, who was accepted for the regional qualifier at Pleasington, near Blackburn, in 1983. On the morning of Flitcroft’s fourth Open attempt, he clamped a deerstalker on his head and glued a drooping moustache to his top lip.

Alas, Hoppy/Flitcroft’s game went from bad to worse. And it was noted that his caddy (his son Gene) was wearing ordinary shoes and carrying a shiny red golfbag  –  as well as what looked suspiciously like a handbag. When Mackenzie learned that his nemesis was yet again sullying his greens, he exploded. Another letter was quickly despatched, this time threatening legal action. Flitcroft  –  who’d by now been fined £50 in the Barrow Magistrates’ Court for playing on school property  –  refused to be cowed. He wrote back, accusing the Open set-up of being ‘too autocratic, too hide-bound by conventions, not to mention upper-class snobbery and conservatism’.

He added: ‘I am not about to throw it all away now that I am so close to succeeding. I have been insulted and abused, pelted with stones, held up to ridicule . . . in spite of this I shall continue to succeed as a professional golfer.’

And so he carried on. Growing bolder, Flitcroft started writing to car manufacturers to ask for sponsorship ‘as it takes me 40 minutes brisk walking to get to and from my place of practise’. But one after another, Ford, Rover, Volkswagen, Talbot, Renault and Peugeot all politely declined to have their brand associated with the world’s worst golfer. Also turned down was a Flitcroft challenge to the secretary of the R&A to a golf duel. In truth, though, he was getting older and his passion was starting to wane. Which is what made the letter that arrived one day in 1988 from America seem all the more like a miracle.
The organisers of a golf tournament in Grand Rapids, Michigan, had been following the Flitcroft odyssey from afar and wished to invite Maurice and his wife, Jean, as guests of honour  –  all expenses paid. Flitcroft was beside himself with excitement, though uncomfortably aware that he needed new golf clothes and a suit. The heavens smiled on him again, however, when Jean suddenly won a whopping £300 at bingo. At the age of 58, he was about to embark on his first ever aeroplane flight and his first holiday abroad. The airline managed to lose all the Flitcrofts’ luggage, but nothing else could mar their fortnight of bliss. At Grand Rapids, they were put up in a luxury suite at the Marriott hotel, given the keys to a gleaming white limo and presented with three silk ties, six crystal tumblers embossed with leaping stags and £600 donated by members of Blythefield Country Club.

Naturally, as guest of honour, Maurice Flitcroft  –  unemployed crane driver from Barrow  –  was asked to take the opening drive of the tournament. He glanced at the TV cameras and waved to the hundreds who had come to see this ‘golfing phenomenon’. Then he walked slowly to the tee.

‘It was a huge moment for him,’ recalls Terry Kirkwood, a close friend. ‘Everyone was wondering what sort of shot he’d hit off the first tee. With the cameras rolling and the crowds watching, he could have been forgiven for topping it 20 yards. But he didn’t.’ Maurice would always recall what happened next as the apogee of his golfing career.

‘I got set, swung my driver and hit a super tee shot straight down the middle of the fairway  –  approximately 225 yards,’ he wrote in his memoirs. There was a sudden hush. Had the good folk of Grand Rapids been palmed off with an imposter? Could this really be Maurice G Flitcroft, of British Open renown?

‘That first hole made some onlookers suspicious,’ Maurice admitted later. ‘But if any suspicions had been held, they were quickly dispelled when I settled down and topped a few fairway woods, thinned a few long irons and shanked one or two chips early on in the round.’

In other words, the Phantom of The Open was once again back on form.

Flitcroft passed away in 2007 where in his obituary, The Daily Telegraph commented:

“Maurice Flitcroft …was a chain-smoking shipyard crane- operator from Barrow-in-Furness whose persistent attempts to gatecrash the British Open golf championship produced a sense of humour failure among members of the golfing establishment.”

Maurice Flitcroft: Phantom of the Open is available to buy here.

Author: Corrina Honan @ The Daily Mail

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Ballesteros out but still fighting for major success at The 150th Open

Three-time Open champion Seve Ballesteros, who was the first to confirm his appearance in the Open Champions’ Challenge, has been advised by Doctors not to make the return to St Andrews 26 years after he famously triumphed on the Old Course in 1984.

While this is a blow to the golfing legend personally, legions of his supporters and well wishers and the R&A; Seve will still have a major presence at The Championships this year due to the launch of the worlds most comprehensive online golf academy that bears his name at www.SeveAcademy.com.

Seve Soft HandsWhile crowds of over 120,000 are expected to line the fairways to watch former Champions including Tom Watson and Sir Nick Faldo battle it out over 4 days – Seve and his team will be managing a high profile launch of an Academy that brings interactive coaching to a new technological level; online, with links to social networking, a significant events schedule and for portability – via smart phone.

The Seve Ballesteros Academy is a unique golf coaching platform, developed by Edinburgh-based Optimal Analysis Solutions, which allows golfers to interactively learn the characteristic, instinctive “Natural” play, made famous by the five-time major winner. Seve will participate in the launch via live video link at the Optimal golf simulator in the Tented Village of the 150th Open Championships at St Andrews in July.

The platform is a complete online coaching tool that enables golfers of all abilities the chance to learn the way of the three-times Open Champion’s natural methodology – playing with passion, intuition and in particular, mastering the key skills required to conquer the short game.

The Academy will provide a unique online and mobile phone offering and become a key part of a golfer’s personal tuition. The Seve Academy simulator will also attend a number of tour and retail events to engage golfers and corporate partners who, at core, will benefit from demonstrations and coaching on how Seve made doing it the hard way, look breathtakingly easy!

At www.SeveAcademy.com, golfers will also have access to an extensive library of multimedia lessons, exercises and tips, coupled with unique and exclusive footage of Seve throughout his successful career.

Seve AcademySeve has in recent weeks been spending a lot of time providing up-to-date content for the Academy while also calling upon friends and colleagues to rally together to assist. This will include support from top male and female touring professionals as well as celebrity friends keen to support golf’s hero.

Corporate organisations and the media will also be able to be able to benefit while showing support, using the same unique content to reward staff and promote various aspects of their own corporate or retail business.

Profits from the Seve Ballesteros Academy will fund a number of projects supported through his Foundation.

Seve Ballesteros Foundation

The Seve Ballesteros Foundation was set up with a two-fold mission and in the UK now works closely with Cancer Research UK in helping to provide:

• Funding brain cancer research projects
• Funding underprivileged children in Spain with the skills and drive required to help them achieve their dreams in the golf world, through access to pro golf coaching

In the UK, the Seve Ballesteros Foundation works in partnership with Cancer Research UK to fund vital research into brain tumours.


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